The life and death of the middle laner Nalan is uncertain

In the next few days, He Xuebing disappeared every day after class, Tan Yuanyuan couldn't find anyone, and felt lonely for the first time.

When I was in high school, Tan Yuanyuan, who was in the second term, wanted to be the "gang boss". He took in a bunch of younger brothers and hugged him wherever he went. He never knew the concept of loneliness.

Now that he is going to university, He Xuebing, the "little brother" who used to be the most beloved, also followed him to the same university, and the two are still conjoined twins like they were when they were minors.

Where there is Tan Yuanyuan, there is He Xuebing. He has long been used to this kind of company, and he doesn't take it seriously.

Now that He Xuebing suddenly got busy, he seemed to have disappeared from Tan Yuanyuan's life all of a sudden. It was okay for a day or two, but after a long time, he just felt that his whole body was weak.

"He Xuebing!" He voiced the missing idiot on WeChat with an anxious expression on his face, "Where did you go!"

Naturally, He Xuebing would not respond, he was busy right now.

He was standing in a private martial arts gym, and in front of him stood a pink and tender child, about five years old, with delicate skin, like a fragile porcelain doll, and he was timidly looking at the tall brother in front of him .

He Xuebing: "What did we practice yesterday?"

Child: "Practice air strike..."

He Xuebing: "Speak up!"

The child yelled heart-piercingly: "Practice the air strike (note: it means hitting the air)!"

He Xuebing: "How long have you been practicing?!"

The child yelled, "It's been a week!"

He Xuebing: "Can you fight?!"

The child's momentum gradually weakened, and he didn't dare to nod his head. He just kept looking at He Xuebing with his big eyes.

He Xuebing asked again: "Will you fight?!"

The child was about to nod timidly, but when he saw the unfriendly expression of the man in front of him, he shrank his neck for some reason, and shouted with all his strength: "I will fight!"

He Xuebing nodded, squatted down, knelt down on one knee, and straightened his messy belt for him.

"Then today." He Xuebing said, "Let's learn the next item."

The child thought he didn't need to punch empty punches anymore, and just as a smile appeared on his face, He Xuebing said coldly, "Start hitting the target today."

child:"……"

He Xuebing put his two fingers together, brushed the child's cheek lightly, and then pointed to his own face: "My face is your target, if you hit me, you can rest."

……

This practice lasted until eight o'clock in the evening. He Xuebing had no class in the afternoon, so he rushed over after lunch to instruct the kid in Sanda, and walked into the dark night under the moonlight, before he had time to turn on his phone to take a look.

His WeChat has exploded, and Tan Yuanyuan has not received a reply, and his mentality has gradually become distorted. He yelled at him, from "little brother's duty" to "brotherhood", and from "brotherhood" to "last week The three slices of beef you took from my bowl."

He Xuebing looked at this series of messages, the voice was mixed with words, and the words contained a lot of emoticons, without even listening, he could imagine Tan Yuanyuan's wrinkled face.

He couldn't help showing a smile, the warm summer night breeze was blowing, he was covered in sweat, but he felt warm in his heart.

"I've been busy recently." He also initiated a voice call to Tan Yuanyuan, "You play with them first... I'll be free after the summer vacation."

Tan Yuanyuan replied in seconds: "What are you up to, you, you can't stay home all day, why are you so mysterious!"

He Xuebing was so amused by "can't get home", he didn't go back anymore, he just carried his satchel, went around to Ximen to buy a bowl of hot lobster noodles, asked the boss to wrap it in tin foil, and took out the fixed food that he had prepared The bag of the lunch box was carried back to the dormitory with one hand.

The news of Tan Yuanyuan was still coming in continuously, and He Xuebing stopped looking at it. His shadow grew longer and longer on the streetlights, humming briskly all the way, and the wild cats on the side of the road were startled meowing.

In the dormitory, Tan Yuanyuan was sulking, when He Xuebing suddenly appeared behind him, and put the food box on his desk with a "slap".

Tan Yuanyuan: "!"

Tan Yuanyuan didn't even look at him, but he knew who the person behind him was. His brows were still furrowed, looking angry, but the corners of his mouth were turned up, and he opened the bag happily.

The zipper was unzipped, and inside was a food box tightly wrapped in tin foil. Because it had been wrapped with this thing, the temperature was still hot. Tan Yuanyuan grinned, while carefully peeling off the layer of paper, revealing the fresh and fragrant lobster noodles inside. .

Six prawns lay docilely on the noodles, the soup was white and smooth, and the tempting umami instantly filled the entire bedroom.

Yang Tao, who was playing with his mobile phone on the bed, and Chen Boqi, who was digging his feet on the stool, all looked this way. Tan Yuanyuan smiled happily in everyone's astonishing eyes.